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ID : // CHILDFRIGHT .

          ^{@devilprophet}

           ^{there’s a faint smile on his face , his tattoos making him resemble a smiling skeleton . like smiling death . except he’s not , death is an old friend , like darkness . he himself is fear , he can smell it in the air , but it’s not directed at him . it’s directed as another . a group of children , staring at a man who funny enough ,   ALSO   resembles a skeletal man . he can sense their fear , and oh how it feels divine . he cannot help but step forward and place his hand on one of the children's shoulders . the child drops , and the others run away screaming into the night . dragging the deceased child by the arm , he steps towards the rather handsome man . though he knows , it’s not simply a man . but an incubus .}

         ^{❝  perhaps they were afraid of you because they thought you were the boogeyman . quite the mistake on their part . ❞}

       _{HE’S never been the biggest fan of long walks in the park, or on the beach, for that matter. but the daemon himself decides it’s time he make his presence known, outside of rituals. he finds himself drawn to a particular individual on his travels ; he smells of rot & decay & pungent darkness & emeritus smells like lust & adultery & communion wine. still, he steps forward.}

       _{some little children who find it funny to skulk about in the night are watching them from afar as he approaches the other ; a skeleton’s grin across pallid features. emeritus finds it‘s rather close to the designs of his older brother ; he was a dangerous one.}

       _{he’s fully robed, a papal’s crown atop of head, & latex - clad hands with golden claws beckon a child closer. boy draws nearer, transfixed. little scamp is about to say something snarky, something about halloween not being for a while yet, before the other man steps forward, & snuff’s out child’s light.}

       _{emeritus would say he’s surprised. would say he’s perturbed.}

       _{but he was murdered just to become the dark - pope.}

       _{being stabbed through the eye & fed to devils is never fun.}

       _{it was for him.}

       _{❛ i am little more than an unholy messenger. ❜ emeritus the third chuckles, a smirk on painted lips. ❛ but i suppose you are the beast under their beds, hmm ? ❜}